Dreamer Rants and Such

why?

why am i sad?

i really don't know.

is it bad

that my heart is cold like winter snow?

why am i always so alone?

it's because of my sadness.

i don't want it shown.

i'm failing gladness.

why am i so nervous?

i don't want things to go bad,

i've already paid enough service

to be so sad.

i guess i'm just not meant

to be happy.

because i've already been sent

to the places of 'unhappy'.

those places aren't so nice,

bloody screams,

and dreams of sharp cutting knives.

it's worse than it seems.

i just want to go home.

i'm tired of this

whispering dome,

it's telling me things that i can't just diss.

take me back to the playground

where the worst pain you felt

was when you scraped your knee on the concrete ground.

not knowing what it was like for your heart to welt.

why?

why?

why?

why?